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Sunday morning reading.

I Spy With My Little Eye

Unfortunately for my parents, this photo is deceiving. You probably think I hate Barney from the looks of it. Actually, I was giggling incessantly when this photo was taken and who know how it ended up this way, but Mom thinks its funny. For whatever reason, I'm finding out a lot of grown ups out there find the little dinosaur annoying. Whoa!?

Mama blames it all on Gammy. Last Christmas when we visited her, we couldn't bring all of our gifts we received home with us on a plane, so Gammy shipped them. When we got the box, there was a Barney Celebrates Easter book in it, that isn't even ours. I think its my cousin Cody's book. Anyway, now I walk/crawl around the house carrying this book saying "Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama, etc...." until Mama reads it to me. I do this several times a day. First thing in the morning is my favorite time. And I like to read it, over and over and over again. This book actually has not one, but two stories in it. I like the first one because it rhymes and I dance while she reads it. The second one repeats the phrase "I spy with my little eye a (some color) Easter egg!" I like to read it over and over and over and over again.....

Go like the wind,
HAJ